When I realized that I love you
I was on that stretch of interstate
where the green hills of Vermont are
suddenly the swoops and dips of lying bodies;
an expanse of massive slumber
And whoever is up There was poking their
fingers through the clouds to stroke
patterns of light on evergreens
I think my favorite way that you worship me
Is when you create a watershed on my body
letting drops of champagne or melting ice
create wet paths over my shapes until you
catch the drops with parted lips
I am morphing for you, let me
Loosen the hinges of my hips or
Tell you which bird you saw or
Take Earth’s food and feed it back to you
You are morphing for me,
I will let you
Find my dark corners and gather
My river stones— I trust your feet
In my moving waters.
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